Boom!
I never thought I'd miss it.
Crash!
The bright flashes of lightening,
during those muggy summer nights.
I sit here at my desk,
tap, tap, tapping my fingers on my wood.
White flakes fall from the sky,
Disappearing as they hit the wet ground.
Months will drag on,
always surrounded by white.
No more thunderstorms,
Boom.
Crash.